The playground in Whistler Village. Seems like a Dr. Suess Climbing Thing.
The creek. On Friday it looked like this. On Saturday all the snow melted. On Sunday morning we woke up to 5 inches of freshly fallen white fluff.
Clint and Max took some "artist" shots of the skate park at midnight...
Drew peaking down from our loft bedroom window.
Drew catching snowflakes in a measuring cup on our balcony.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Fluffy white terry cloth bathrobes
2. Two new tubes of lipstick
3. I do not have a son fighting in a war overseas.
Proverb of the day:
" Like a gold ring in a pig's snout is a beautiful face on an empty head."
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